Last week we got two phone calls in one day (one asking if this was the “mylastnames,” the other asking for the “hubby’slastnames,” wanting to know if we knew the Smiths. (Yes, actually the Smiths, that’s not made up.) They mentioned that the Smiths live on our road. Mind you, we’re very rural out here, and the houses are at least 1/4 mile apart. The only neighbors that we know are because they’re family or friends who’ve lived here since Mr. S was a kid. We don’t have neighborhood barbecues or anything like that.
On the second call, I informed them that it was in fact, the second time they’d called me, and no, I STILL didn’t know the Smiths.
Guess who called today?
I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, since they’re obviously working their way through some phone listing (we have a dual listing because of the different last names). Next time they call I’m going postal.
Why the hell do you need to know if I know them? How the fuck will that help you? Even if I DID know them, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you a damn thing. I’m not a private detective, or directory assistance. (Hey, guess what, there are some Smiths listed in the fucking PHONE BOOK who live on our road. Go bother them!) Find the Smiths your own damn self and leave me the fuck alone!
This is one of those times when I wish I had caller ID. (If this continues, is it harassment?)
Yeah, my first thought was the one on Freaks and Geeks, which I’ve been watching this week. “This is Maurice, any messages?”
Pretty sure this isn’t a prank. It’s an adult female voice, sounds fairly serious, no giggling. Plus the thing about them living on our road. I don’t think it’s a collection thing; they don’t sound quite businesslike enough and I’d think they’d press the issue further rather than just saying “Oh,” and hanging up.
You should say “I’ve got your Smiths right here!” and play a Smiths song. I don’t have time to think of which ones would be best for the situation because I have to go to class.
If they persist in calling, “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” might be an apt song title. Or, even better, “That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore” particularly if Mr. Smith rings up later asking forhis messages.
Just be glad you *don’t * know the Smiths. Cuz the next step when a skip tracer calls you asking if you know your neighbor is to ask you to ring them up and tell them to pay their bills!!!
Heh, me too. Perhaps Scarlett67 could simply tell the caller that “I Don’t Owe You Anything.” That’s far from a Miserable Lie. Above all else, the OP shouldn’t Panic, as the caller may very well be a Sweet and Tender Hooligan, rather than just Half A Person. He tried to Ask for some information, but basically What She Said was that “You Just Haven’t Earned It Yet Baby.”
Then again, maybe we’re not seeing The Complete Picture. Perhaps This Charming Man named Smith is difficult to get ahold of because he’s Still Ill, or has a Girlfriend in a Coma who may be a mere step away from the Cemetary Gates.
I mean, These Things Take Time, so maybe the OP should just Stretch Out And Wait. There’s also the possibility that Smith moved Back To The Old House, or even to London. Is It Really So Strange?
So what should the OP do? Well I Wonder. Next time he calls and begs for her to Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want, she should refrain from saying that he’s going Nowhere Fast and simply give him the information so she can tell him that You’ve Got Everything Now.
I mean, What Difference Does It Make? Should the OP decide to employ this strategy, the calls will stop, which will be especially convenient if he calls at odd hours. Telephones can sound Louder Than Bombs when you’re Asleep.
Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I Know It’s Over and that That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore, but I feel like I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish.
